#writeblr community
What Ever Happened to Mischief?
Hi, friends. Surprised to see me?
I’m surprised how long it’s been! Once upon a time I was so engaged in this community, and I loved every second of it. Surrounding myself with write-minded people and their amazing content and getting to exercise that part of my brain on the regular was a wonderful outlet. If you followed me long-term, you probably noticed the gaps between my posts and replies increasing once I started medical school (and only getting more pronounced the further along I progressed). Well, I’m still here, and I hope to be able to catch back up with my followers and friends who are still kicking as well!
So what have I been up to all this time?
- I made some healthy life changes and improved my daily habits to be a better version of myself!
- I completed nearly three years of medical school and passed my first licensing exam. (I’ll graduate with my MD summer 2023.)
- I met my forever person and fell in love, which has tested me, blessed me and helped me grow more than I ever could have expected.
- I rekindled my love of reading and rebuilt a reading habit.
What I was in denial about for a long time but have eventually come to accept is this: I am not able to maintain a writing practice at this time. At first, I thought there was something deeply wrong with this and that I had failed. The reality, though, is that life happens in seasons, and there is a time for everything. My time for writing isn’t over, and it will be back again. This is the season in which I must let the fields lay fallow so they may be fruitful again in future years. My identity as a writer and a dreamer has not changed. If this is something you are struggling with as well, I hope you eventually feel encouraged in your seasons of change too.
I have no plans to leave Tumblr, or the writeblr community, permanently, and this account will remain active and (at least occasionally) monitored for messages and activity. I may even unleash a post from my drafts once in a blue moon. I hope to continue to see growth in the community and in all of your lovely WIPs and writing journeys!
My current plan is actually to return to the platform in the adjacent reading community with a new sideblog, @mischiefisreading. After all, aside from being a part of my DNA, reading is a crucial part of writing and something I deeply enjoy. I hope to connect with even more lovely bookish people and to continue making the things I love a part of my life as frequently as possible.
Thank you to everyone who supported my writeblr over the years - I could never have imagined how many of you there would be when I began. I wanted to share this update with all of you to let you know I am well, where I disappeared to, and where and how I’ll be reappearing in the near future. Please feel free to get in touch with me here, on my main @mischiefisgreen or on my new book blog, @mischiefisreading, which is currently under construction.
Join the conversation!
There are a lot of iconic squads of fictional characters out there who play off each other to absolute perfection. They keep us coming back for more and inspire fanfiction and fanart and shoving whatever piece of media they come from down the throats of everyone we know.
(Just me?)Frodo and Sam. Sherlock and Watson. Sam and Dean. The Gaang. Whether they’re siblings, lovers, frenemies, or bitter rivals, character dynamics can bring life to a work of fiction in a way few other things can.
What are your favorite character dynamics? Do you prefer duos or an entire squad? What elements in a dynamic make it truly *chef’s kiss*? Do your preferences differ if you’re the reader as opposed to the writer?
I’ll start things off with two of my favorite character dynamics/tropes. The first is grizzled and/or gruff loner character who Does Not Form Attachments that adopts the smol bean who is a living ray of sunshine or otherwise just their child/charge now. From John Silver taking Jim Hawkins under his wing in Treasure Planet to the titular Mandalorian forming a clan of two with Baby Yoda, I cannot get enough of this trope. It tugs at the heart strings and sets up great potential for suspense, strife, and angst. There’s something about the innocence of the smol bean proving the warmth of their rough and tough guardian and bringing out their potential for good, especially in the context of a more morally ambiguous character.
The second dynamic is enemy-to-adopted-weird-uncle-who-still-hasn’t-really-changed-sides-exactly. The most prototypical example of this is Hector Barbosa in the Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy. He’s the primary antagonist of the first film, but by the third (spoilers) he’s marrying two of the heroes mid-battle. He’s not exactlyfriends with the good guys, but at the same time, he is. The longstanding comedic irony in this group dynamic is one of the primary draws for me, as well as that unique push and pull of being fond of someone you can’t necessarily trust to be on your side. I revel in the massive grey area of these kinds of relationships.
I don’t know that I have a true preference for group dynamics or one-on-ones, but group dynamics often prove to be more difficult to balance. There’s actually a pretty clean split between my two active WIPs. In The Calm Before, it’s more a series of one-on-one dynamics, while Here There Be Monsters has to deal more with how a larger group interacts and relates as a whole.
Join in and start chatting about character dynamics! Reblog or tag me in your own ‘Write Angle’ post with your take. No deadline for participation, and no need to necessarily answer the questions above - they’re just prompts to get the ball rolling!
Taglist under the cut. Drop me a line to be added/removed.
I love character dynamics like you’ve mentioned! I’m such an absolute sucker for stoic, brooding characters who adopt a cheerful companion as well. I have a relationship like that in a wip of mine and it’s just,,,,lovely. Another one I love is best friends ganging up on everyone else, whether it be through pranks or morals or a heartfelt moment, you know They’re always going to stick together no matter what.
Yessss the Power of Friendship ™! I’m always onboard for an unshakeable group of ride-or-die friends. What do you think the greatest challenge is in writing a stoic character/cheerful companion dynamic?
Finding a balance, definitely! You want them to get along but you don’t want it to feel forced, the stoic character won’t instantly love the cheerful one’s personality unless the point of the plot is that they do. Depending on what you want to go for, the two can fall for each other’s personalities instantly or have a long, hard trek to acceptance and love, platonic or romantic.
(from someone who is too tired and too old to deal with the drama and emotional stress communities cause)
- you don’t need to put a lot of energy into reacting to people’s works. that is to say, you don’t need to put special comments on everything, or critique every excerpt, you don’t need to respond the day something is posted. all that matters when it comes to interacting is that reblogs ‘help’ more than likes.
- it doesn’t matter if you make graphics or post screenshots of your wip or just copy paste the text with no fancy nonsense at all. just share your writing however you enjoy to and don’t worry about the rest.
- peer pressure is bullshit. trends are ridiculous. mimic people if you want, but not because they ‘get more attention’ or ‘feel like they’re better than you’ or anything else beyond ‘i find this inspiring and want to learn to write this way on my own.’
- never follow writing advice for any of the reasons above either. just because someone gets 50+ reactions to a post doesn’t mean their ‘how to write good’ advice will make any fucking sense for you.
- please remember above all that tumblr isn’t real and nothing here matters. that is to say, just because you get a lot of reblogs or no interaction doesn’t mean your writing will be huge/be nothing in the real world. don’t build your ego around the interaction writeblr gives you. notes =/= worth.
Aurora *singing*: Some day my Prince will come -
Quinn *interrupting*: Or Princess.
Aurora *annoyed*: Tch, dad! Prince is a title, not a gender.
Quinn:…
Quinn: Okay, carry on.
Aurora*mutters*: Totally threw me off my groove.
Aurora *singing*: Some day my -
Aurora *side eyes Quinn*
Quinn *big sad eyes*
Aurora *sighs*
Aurora *singing*: Some day my Prince of either or neither gender will come.
Quinn *thumbs up*
Aurora: The things I do for family.
Quinn: Think of it this way, Sunshine, you’ll piss off Disney with those lyrics.
Aurora: Can he hear from inside that ice box?
Calum *passing by*: If anyone’s wailing can wake the dead, it’s yours, sis.
Aurora: Hey! Imma put you in an ice box!
Calum *looks around at the snowy landscape*: Dad, time to update Ro’s prescription.
Quinn*laughing*: Be nice to your sister, it’s not her fault she’s blind as a bat.
Aurora: Hey! *stamps her foot* That’s it, I’m going into the woods. Maybe I’ll find a beast in a castle with better manners than you two! *stomps off*
Calum: Wrong way, dork *leaves*
Aurora *about faces*
Aurora: You didn’t see that.
Quinn *mimes zipping his mouth shut*
Aurora *leaves*
Quinn *mimes unzipping his mouth*: Until dinner time, at least.
Airdyle sighed and ran a hand through his sparse, greying hair. “Glenn, honey, you don’t know who you’re messing with,” he said in a low, gruff voice. “They like the broken ones. It’s easier to put someone together how they want and make allowances for cracks, than it is to build something lethal from the ground up.” He sipped his glass of orange juice.Glenn slouched in her seat and drummed her stubby nails on the table. “You saying I can’t cut it?”
Airdyle sighed, exasperated. “That’s what you took away?” He stood and pulled his shirttail from his jeans, revealing a jagged scar along his taut belly. “What’s this?”Glenn shrugged. “Said it was an accident.”
Airdyle dropped his shirt and sat. “Brotherhood don’t have accidents, peach. This is early retirement, and they don’t give benefit packages no more. Stay out of it.”Glenn nodded, but made no promises. She couldn’t lie to her uncle.
Tag list: @guardians-of-las-vyxen@evaniah@whimsicallytwisted@illthdar@rae-writes-the-thing@raylenequinn@hyba
If Vera were born forty years earlier, her looks and figure could be the envy of all her friends. Instead, she lives hyper aware that contouring, styling and
– a shallow existence never appealed anyway– but she wouldn’t mind the attention if it got her causes notice. Soon, it won’t matter. She’s getting attentionwhether she wants it or not . The heir to a throne always does. Along with that attention she meets an intriguing man who is far more than his bland appearance suggests.Aesthetic made by @guardians-of-las-vyxen
A vibrant businesswoman, unafraid to use every weapon in her arsenal to get the job done, Sorcha Dunaid is a force few reckon with and escape unscathed. Red-haired, brown eyed and possessing a honeyed, malt whiskey voice, first impressions imply she’s fun in the bedroom. The impression isn’t wrong, but she’s equally dominating in the boardroom. It’s a mistake to assume her good looks and charm are her only attributes. Her lightning quick wit and fierce intelligence are sharper than any blade, and she has no reservations cutting her enemies down to size. And she has plenty of them. They hide on the fringes, scavengers waiting for a bigger predator to arrive and take a chunk out of her. Leave her bleeding and weak, so they can devour what remains. Sorcha’s guard remains strong, she won’t fall so easily. Not in any business deal, and not to any pretty face offering to buy her a drink.
Aesthetic by @guardians-of-las-vyxen
Sarnai
Ramchaa : quick-witted, brave and alittle bit reckless when the situation calls. Tall and slim, with high cheekbones and sharp eyes, she’s travelled the world as a photojournalist, but never thought the biggest story would land in her lap during a break. Whispers of the Brotherhood pervade every culture, woven through world history. The myth of their true purpose slides off the religious charity organisation bearing the same name. Why? With many deaths attributed to the secretive assassins, Sarnai’s nose twitches with curiosity and suspicion. Smart enough to know if she looks into it she’ll wind up adding to the body count, she’s using the story of an old chemical factory explosion to conceal her true intentions. Still, even with this, she remains on guard. Perhaps too much. Knocking out a man asking the time because he approached at night and from behind might be a paranoid step too far. Or is it?Aesthetic by @guardians-of-las-vyxen
Ina Howell, dark-haired, blue-eyed, and a long way from the sleepy Welsh village of her childhood. She’s brought a piece with in the form of her younger brother, Lewys, and cousin Ghenha. Working at a research hospital in Seattle, her goal is simple: find a cure for her brother’s genetic illness before it kills him. He says they’ve got time. She knows better. She didn’t become a doctor by accident. All those books she read while studying informed her of the terrible things coming to her brother before he dies. She won’t let that happen, and why can’t her bosses understand her urgency? She told them what she needs to do, but they drag their heels. If she weren’t so level-headed she’d think there’s a conspiracy, and the annoying Japanese man harassing her isn’t helping matters. Although, his expression when he fails at lecturing her is kind of cute.
Aesthetic by @guardians-of-las-vyxen
That piece of advice about writing 500 words a day - it’s such an easy goal! Well, maybe you can’t write 500 words a day. Maybe you can only write 200 words a day. Maybe you can only write 200 words a week. Maybe it’s 50 a week. Or less. It’s okay. It’s all okay. It adds up. You’ll get there.
Glenn Oake is like the personification of autumn with her bright ginger hair the colour of falling leaves and skin the colour of steamed milk covered with cinnamon speckled freckles. She’s the sight that makes others imagine cosy days in a coffee shop whiling away hours for no reason other than comfort. Her smile is charm itself. She has an adorable gap in her front teeth that she refuses to have closed because it’s the same as Madonna’s. She’s perky and vibrant. The absolute last person anyone would accuse of being an assassin. Well, it runs in the family, so she’s not really to blame.
With the Brotherhood haemorrhaging members, they’ve got no choice but to rely on outsiders to fill their ranks. It’s the chance Glenn’s been living for. Yolo and no regrets, and all that. This is hermoment . Nothing will mess it up.Aesthetic made by @guardians-of-las-vyxen
Utamara Ndiaye. Half Senegalese, half Japanese, all precious. She speaks seven languages and has so much charm she can make the coldest person feel like they’re in the tropics. She keeps her hair natural, loves red lipstick and leaving lipstick stains on her girlfriend’s cheek just for fun. If the zombie apocalypse happens tomorrow, she’s gottwo lifetime’s supply of tea. She’s smart, but chaotic. Tactful and oozing respect. She loves with a whole heart and sees no reason to hide who she is. She’ll do anything to help a friend, but on this occasion she can’t help question if Yueliang is playing with a full deck.Aesthetic made by @guardians-of-las-vyxen
Anna Orlov . Russian officer stationed in Japan as part of a protection detail to the Ambassador. Tall, imposing, poker faced and with neat, bobbed red hair. Her dark eyes two pools filled with nightmares from the past. To escape herself, she wanted to embody the idea foreigners had of Russians. That they didn’t have feelings. They’re robots and cold as ice. Blunt instruments that bludgeon anyonetrying to get close. She didn’t reckon on meeting someone like Ndiaye, and every day that passes she wakes wondering when the other shoe will drop. When it will end. As much as she prepared for all eventualities, she never saw this coming.Aesthetic made by @guardians-of-las-vyxen
Mohammed al Sadat. Literally the most charming man anyone’s ever set eyes on in their life and he knows it. Think Egyptian James Bond and you’ll understand the persona he’s channelling with all the acting skills under his belt. Mohammed doesn’t look like a killer with his soulful eyes, earnest smile and smooth moves.
For the most part he isn’t. He leaves the messy stuff for others to deal with unless told otherwise. That’s just how things are. His skills lie in seducing secrets from unwilling lips without the target even realising what they’ve done. He’s very good at it, too. Men or women, he’s not picky who’s in his bed and that makes him a valuable asset to the Brotherhood. No one can resist him. Until he meets her.Aesthetic made by @guardians-of-las-vyxen
“There’s someone I want you to look into.”
With the perfect poker face, Belias couldn’t tell if this was a
set up or if she was serious. It could go either way. “Look into? Professionally or otherwise?”Sorcha ducked her head and laughed. “Are you still mad about my little trick?” Warm brown eyes met steely onyx. She drew in a sharp breath. “You are!”
Dissolving into giggles, Belias had to wait for Sorcha to regain her composure before he replied. “You set me up.”
She flapped her hand. “Oh
pish . It’s hardly my fault you won’t make the first move. He’s adorable and you look good together. I did you a favour.”“Don’t tell me, you ‘ship it’,” he replied, making air quotes with his fingers.
She laughed, “Belias, you’re so pre-millennial.”
A dark brow shot up. “Did you just call me a baby boomer?”
More laughter. “Hardly! You’re far too booming to be a boomer, darling.” A notification on her phone had her rising from her chair. “Time to play with a real boomer and all his misogyny.”
Belias followed two paces behind, saying, “Try not to ruin his ego too much, you still need his vote when you go to the board.”
Ryang Ji-hoon has the unfortunate luck to look like a member of a boyband. You might think otherwise, but for Ji-hoon, who needs to be invisible when he works, being asked for his autograph and getting his picture taken all the time makes his work so much riskier. A late arrival to the Brotherhood, Ji-hoon’s training went to extremes to get him ready alongside his peer group. His gratitude to Hisakawa Kagegorou carried him through the worst of it; reinforcing the reminder it was this or prison. He mentally cut ties with parts of his personality to cope, but still couldn’t wrap his head around how the organisation made its members grateful and willing to carry out assassinations for them. The money’s alluring, along with other perks, but late at night when he can’t sleep, Ji-hoon wonders why one stupid mistake as a teenager cost him so much. Maybe that’s why when he sees the chance to break from the Brotherhood he doesn’t think too much about consequences before leaping.
Aesthetic made by @guardians-of-las-vyxen
If there’s one thing Ambrose hates, it’s not knowing the answer. A genuine moment of confusion where he’s left fumbling for a reply. It happens most in social situations, and who can blame him? What is the right thing to say to the right person at the right time? It’s no wonder he sticks to the fringes, staying out of sight. It’s got absolutely nothing to do with the fact he’s just dropped something lethal in a passing glass and doesn’t want anyone to remember his face or name
– not that he gives his real one. Still, he hates not knowing. It sends his lip curling like it’s misidentified with the ones on his head. Ignorance. An unfavourable comparison and expectation to his Rom heritage that lacking an answer equals lacking intelligence. Ambrose hates not knowing. So, it’s natural that when a target takes an interest in him he has to know why. There’s nothing odd in that. He’s doing his job. Knowledge is power, so Hisakawa Kagegorou says.Aesthetic by @guardians-of-las-vyxen
A Brotherhood Deacon instructing others how to kill in the most efficient ways, Hisakawa Yoshihiro is the best teacher available — and would be even if he wasn’t the third son of Hisakawa Kagegorou. He’s read all the books and studied until he got migraines. He has a respectable kill count under his belt, considering he rarely leaves Sakyamuni unless he’s taking students on educational field trips. His cordial appearance with gentle eyes and pleasant smile deceive anyone who doesn’t know better. He’s a wicked educator. Despicable and devious. He expects results and has no sympathy for those who can’t get the job done. What he’s asking isn’t hard. A little efficiency and a decent gun are all anyone needs. No, he did not shoot himself in the foot — figuratively or literally. Stupid rumours about teachers are commonplace. Everyone knows that.
Aesthetic by @guardians-of-las-vyxen